Carl Dickens Footscray, Melbourne, 2015 Annika sulked in her room; she figured someone had run Wolfgang over in the street and just chucked him in a bin. She blared Elvis Presley songs from her stereo and told of how she and Wolfgang used to sit outside together and listen to The King.
Laura Grace Weldon Ohio living room,1970 Supervising little kids’ baths was one of my dad's chores in the parental division of duties, so he’d sit on the toilet lid singing and strumming the guitar while we played in the tub.
Alan Attwood Sydney, February 1979 Melbourne, 1984 He was wearing a satin clown suit with big black pom-poms, and his schtick was well-rehearsed, but he was also engaging. I felt some sympathy for a singer who’d allowed himself to be pigeon-holed under ‘E’ for eccentrics. The room was strewn with sheet-music.
Diane Kendig Camelot Music, Stark County, Ohio 1971 Right after a difficult customer had left the store, Frank would say, “I gotta get outta retail!” This was usually after the 900th person of the week asking for Rubber Ducky or Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head on a 45.
Nathan Johnson Pyongyang, North Korea, September 2013 In the evenings your group is confined to your hotel. You have few entertainment options, but the hotel karaoke lounge is open, empty and even has Western songs. You look through the song list and make your selection.
Sam Lawry Princes Park, Melbourne, summer 2015/16 My jogging app keeps choosing love songs, especially about new love. It’s definitely trying to tell me something.
Anushree Nandee Germany, May 2003 The colours in the sky seemed suddenly vibrant, before beginning to soften at the edges as dusk tiptoed in.
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia; 1983 to 2013 The third and final part of our series about family, a beach house and its record collection.
Lorraine Pink The Netherlands, 1974 Bowie had opened my eyes to the world of art and creativity and the possibility that I could be anything I wanted to be. I could reinvent myself. Suddenly the world was an exciting place.
For Paul Chai, music and travel are inseparable. A photo might trigger a memory, he writes, but the right song will trigger a feeling.